It’s cold, but for some reason it was really cold now. It had been days. You weren’t sure exactly, but you were pretty sure this was the third night. You didn’t know how you had even survived this long alone in the woods being hunted by some psycho, but you finally felt like this was it. It was cold and you were hungry and scared and alone and all you wanted was to be inside somewhere. It didn’t even matter where, you just wanted to be somewhere warm. You didn’t want to be outside anymore.